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Underwhere (Interlude)
by rjodney
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I ain't got no under wear
For tomorrow or today
My milk been curdled, so spoil mans day
Shive him in his griddle
Thinking that I'm Urkel
So I paused his thoughts
Train parked in the gravel
Trotting on the block for the satchel
Kept my flow hot, lava level
Scorched lung dribble in your decibels
Devil knows, fuck that Prada and a hoe
I invoke, higher powers with my pen, stroke
Real sharp under covers
Under boats
Give it buoyancy
Same with the hip-hop biz
Buzz, low-key vibrate in that 228,
I feel great, not that it matters
Still it matters, tired of getting bread like a Catholic at mass
Does this appeal to the Listener?
Is there something I'm missing, or
Is the fork in the road one way
Honestly, I still pray for my J's,
Know it's brazen
I escaped from the grave, still I hate myse
I, just a little nigga reading stories in the class
Manifesting digits,seen the rari with dash
Tell me that's incredible, I didn't make it fast
Tell me we all special, even niggas in the trap
Babies in the ghetto hunting bottles for they plastic
Make enough, just for one meal that shit is tragic
It's a blessing if they see a meal that shit is tragic
Pineal I see a mill, swear the measures drastic
Sweep the streets
Get down low
Sway they hearts with rapping
All around Willy Wonka bars in the pantry
Swear when I have enough I'll feed them like my family
Seen too much to stay the same
Cuss it like I'm Ramsey
Gordon facing bane
If you need a bat man then you lame
Shit I'll pray for your safety
In any case
Keep it brief, today ain't the day
I'm crazy
In a couple ways, amazing
First for Jesus praise him
Then for grand staves
it's amazing, freedom in the prose
But I hate the fine print, blaze it, burn it on the stove
Tryna be a flight risk, flapping like a crow
Eyes Mangekyu
Seen your soul heavy
Seen your soul tied on a tree stump
Child
Did you wipe your tears on your own oh child
Running from your fears,
Need to grow up child
Pain change, that's law and it's laid down
On the real, it's your soul that you got now
If it's like mine, then I got you child
I ain't got no under wear
For tomorrow or today
My milk been curdled, so spoil mans day
Shive him in his griddle
Thinking that I'm Urkel
So I paused his thoughts
Train parked in the gravel
Trotting on the block for the satchel
Kept my flow hot, lava level
Scorched lung dribble in your decibels
Devil knows, fuck that Prada and a hoe
I invoke, higher powers with my pen, stroke
Real sharp under covers
Under boats
Give it buoyancy
Same with the hip-hop biz
Buzz, low-key vibrate in that 228,
I feel great, not that it matters
Still it matters, tired of getting bread like a Catholic at mass
Does this appeal to the Listener?
Is there something I'm missing, or
Is the fork in the road one way
Honestly, I still pray for my J's,
Know it's brazen
I escaped from the grave, still I hate myse
I, just a little nigga reading stories in the class
Manifesting digits,seen the rari with dash
Tell me that's incredible, I didn't make it fast
Tell me we all special, even niggas in the trap
Babies in the ghetto hunting bottles for they plastic
Make enough, just for one meal that shit is tragic
It's a blessing if they see a meal that shit is tragic
Pineal I see a mill, swear the measures drastic
Sweep the streets
Get down low
Sway they hearts with rapping
All around Willy Wonka bars in the pantry
Swear when I have enough I'll feed them like my family
Seen too much to stay the same
Cuss it like I'm Ramsey
Gordon facing bane
If you need a bat man then you lame
Shit I'll pray for your safety
In any case
Keep it brief, today ain't the day
I'm crazy
In a couple ways, amazing
First for Jesus praise him
Then for grand staves
it's amazing, freedom in the prose
But I hate the fine print, blaze it, burn it on the stove
Tryna be a flight risk, flapping like a crow
Eyes Mangekyu
Seen your soul heavy
Seen your soul tied on a tree stump
Child
Did you wipe your tears on your own oh child
Running from your fears,
Need to grow up child
Pain change, that's law and it's laid down
On the real, it's your soul that you got now
If it's like mine, then I got you child